Ring-a-ring o' roses,
A pocket full of posies,
A-tishoo! A-tishoo!
We all fall down
Who are we to delay
This end
Our final inevitable fall
Who are we to pray
End this suffering
Lord hear our call
The children dance in a ring
Ring-a-ring o' roses,
A pocket full of posies,
A-tishoo! A-tishoo!
We all fall down
Lord in heaven
We are crying
We are dying
Please
End this living torment
Every ounce of sorrow
Of each moment of time
Begs our forgiveness
From the Divine
Ring-a-ring o' roses,
A pocket full of posies,
A-tishoo! A-tishoo!
We all fall down
We call
We call
As our plague takes us down
We sing
We sing
The children sing their song
Ring-a-ring o' roses,
A pocket full of posies,
A-tishoo! A-tishoo!
We all fall down
Then we dance in circles
Hoping to survive
But the dance we do
Only wastes our time
As we pursue
All those things we don't need
Yes we will pursue them
Ring-a-ring o' roses,
A pocket full of posies,
A-tishoo! A-tishoo!
We all fall down
We become lost indeed
We've surrendered
Our souls begin to bleed
We forget all we've learned
There is nothing to remember
We engage the curse
From the world we've earned
With our hearts of stone
The plague will harvest us
It runs through our veins
Without our ability to atone
We've eaten all the fruits
From our own planted bitter seeds
And we've been left to our own
